Nobody is sleeping.

I have said it before.

are waiting,

But if someone grows too much moss on his temples during the

The men who still have marks of the claw and the thunderstorm,

and the enraged ants

Careful! Be careful! Be careful!

In the sky there is nobody asleep. Nobody, nobody.

we will watch the preserved butterflies rise from the dead

dahlias.

and bitter wounds on fire.

we will watch our ring read.99csw.comflash and roses spring from our tongue.

No one is sleeping.

and whoever his pain pains will feel that pain forever

or that dead man who possesses now only his head and a shoe,

If someone does close his eyes,

the lying goblets, and the poison, and the skull of the theaters.

and that boy they buried this morning cried so much

we must carry them tohtｔps://reａｄ•９９ｃsw.ｃoｍ the wall where the iguanas and the snakes

The creatures of the moon sniff and prowl about their cabins.

where the mummified hand of the boy is waiting,

or we climb to the knife edge of the snow with the voices of the dead

Nobody is asleep.

and the hair of the camel stands on end with a violent blue shudder.

of the bridge,

Nobody is sleeping in the sky. Nobody, nobody.

eyes of cows.

In ahｔtps://read•99ｃｓw.com graveyard far off there is a corpse

where the bears teeth are waiting,

But forgetfulness does not exist, dreams do not exist;

No one is sleeping in this world. No one, no one.

night,

the unbelievable alligator quiet beneath the tender protest of the

Nobody is asleep.

flesh exists. Kisses tie our mouths

Nobody is asleep on earth. Nobody, nobody.

Life is not a dream. Careful! Careful! Careful!

and trｅａd•99ｃｓw•cｏｍhe man who rushes out with his spirit broken will meet on the

street corner

open the stage trapdoors so he can see in the moonlight

and that boy who cries because he has never heard of the invention

who has moaned for three years

One day

a whip, boys, a whip!

and still walking through a country of gray sponges and silent boats

and whoever is afraid of death will carry it read.99csw.comon his shoulders.

Another day

in a thicket of new veins,

the horses will live in the saloons

The living iguanas will come and bite the men who do not dream,

Let there be a landscape of open eyes

stars.

will throw themselves on the yellow skies that take refuge in the

We fall down the stairs in order to eat the moist earth

because of a dry countryside on his knee;

it was necessary to call out the dogs to keep him quiet.